Because reality has stopped delivering that dose, butterflies are rare events for her. Understand this: the thing a young, low-tolerance girl feels from a held hand now requires choreography.
Daydream, most men who get butterflies from a returned text cannot fathom that a woman might feel less from his entire devoted self than he feels from her crumbs. In this same mechanism, the tolerance built from endless options reaches further than arousal, it reaches into accountability. Ask why a certain kind of woman rarely sits with the weight of her own behavior. Why consequences seem to slide off of her. Why she can do real harm and feel strangely untouched by it. The answer is the same. Options are what insulate her from consequences. When 10 men wait in line to replace the one that she just fucked over, the wrong costs her zero, so the part of her that would feel the cost never develops the deadened response to being love and the deadened response to her own misconduct grow from one root, she is saturated with supply, and supply is what cancels consequence. The tolerance and the lack of accountability are the same thing, wearing a couple different faces, both of them were handed to her by how many men were always standing in line
@glory_Africa I get one girl that year wey love me when I broke anything I ask God for just dey come to pass pride come enter I come go cheat na once the magic stop oo